I had series of incidents last year where I'd wake in the middle of the night to a 'presence' in my bedroom despite living on my own. Sometimes it opened wardrobe doors I'd firmly and deliberately shut before getting into bed, other times it would loiter at the end of my bed ...I felt its presence more than I could see it but it felt pretty bloody real and scared me witless sometimes. I guess much of this sounds like those sleep paralysis things that seem totally real to those experiencing it but not so typical was the time I 'woke' up to find the ghost tenderly wanking me off. Again, this may have been one of these elaborate waking dream type events but by Christ it felt real. The most vivid thing I remember though is the slow, gradual transition from sheer, heart-hammering cold-sweat terror and desperate clawing for clarity, for answers, "is this a ghost, oh God, what is it...is it even female...? " through to a kind of calculated reasoning that maybe I shouldn't be so hasty to turn the light on, that I shouldn't look at the dark shadowy figure too closely and instead should just lay back and continue to enjoy what was undoubtedly one of the best handjobs I'd ever received, ghost or not. Bizarrely, a few days later there was a programme on telly about people who claimed to have been molested, even raped by ghosts. It's never happened again, nor do I want it to...I think.
(Amberleaf, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 22:28, 1 reply)

i love that your mind worries more about whether the thing was female
Rather killed by a ghost than wanked off by something male!
(tyrellsOwl, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 8:49, closed)